#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
she only fucks the ones she doesn’… to marry. to the others she says you’ve got to marry me. or maybe she just fucks the ones s…
the centerfielder turns rushes back reaches up his glove and
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
That Tuesday night we were sitting at my place drinking; Tammie, me and her brother, Jay. The phone rang. It was Bobby. “Louie and his wife are down here and she’d like to meet you.” Lo...
“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...
I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.
There are sketches on the walls of… and outside a large green bus swer… insanity sprung from a waving line… says the radio, and Jane Austin,… “I am going to do her portrait on…
had her for 3 units and at mid-term she’d read off how many assignment… stories had been turned in:
I was a bum in San Francisco but… to go to a symphony concert along… and the music was good but somethi… audience was not and something about the orchestra
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
I forget the beginning time. 6 or 7 p.m. Something like that. All you did was sit with a handful of letters, take a streetmap and figure your run. It was easy. All the drivers took much...
she was sitting in the window of room 1010 at the Chelsea in New York, Janis Joplin’s old room. it was 104 degrees
he’s 17 . mother, he said, how do I crack an egg? all right, she said to me, you don… sit there looking like that.
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...